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Another day, another prey.
Another year, another beer.
Just a habit, you can't quit.
You can't forget the cigarette.
One tells lies. Another buys,
another dies, another cries.
Some will scramble - start to gamble.
Then will sweat, another bet.
Where's disaster? Where's the master?
When found, the grave - you find the slave....
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Isaiah 24:17 (NIV)
Terror and pit and snare await you, O people of the earth.
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